Am I to be denied my privacy?

My diary. My safe haven. A place where I can pour out my everything without being judged. A place where secrets are safe, never to be told until it be stumbled upon. A place where no one will judge me, scorn at me, laugh at me for the words I say, for the emotions I feel. My diary. It is my sanctuary. And yet you read it.

Am I to be denied my privacy?

My cellphone, you read some of my messages.
My computer, you read some of my emails.
My mails, the envelope always torn open before it reaches my hands.

Am I to be denied my privacy?